i,

i am the paint on this sable,

The color on this canvas

i am the excess paint that won't fit.

Overloaded.

Over-worked.

Over it.

i am the beat-boppin bass man

Boogeying in 4th period.

i am the blisters on my fingers from this 'driving swing'

Twwwang.

TWANG.

Twanged.

i am the tossing, turning, camotion 

Of a restless sea 

Of thoughts, ideas, 

And a hella stretched mind.

i am the leader, they named me captain,

i am theirs 

and they are mine.

We race this pool 

Lap after lap,

and we look to each other for support

i am the guppy in a sea of paint, swimming to the rhythm of 

my chaotic swing song.